Beast

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      as the beast ripped the man apart, he did not feel remorse nor guilt knowing it his beloved's father. her father was senile and abusive, he would constantly get drunk on gin each night then beat his wife for amusement. the mighty beast was scared, that one day her father would beat her senseless as well. the beast decided to take fate into his own hands, and kill the unruly man.

mate is safe now. we will eat every bad heart that intends to hurt mate. the beast roared triumphantly. the beast was proud, proud that he was worthy enough to protect and defend their mate, knowing that no force could ever take her away from them.

the beast then, snuck up behind the old wicket house, and perked his wolffish ears up. a voice so smooth, and melodic rang between his fur, he had to get closer, it was so nice.

our mates voice is so pretty. she is perfect match. the human grunted, agreeing with his beast. so, they snuck in through the open window at the bottom of the house, it was slightly broken, glass was littered on the floor. the beast kept strolling and strolling in this house, it was like someone had tethered a leash and they were dragging him along- the beast had to get closer to this wonderful sound.

a startled gasp was heard behind him. and the trance he was in completely vanished, his senses un- numbing. it was the mother. blond hair and eyes that looked like the ocean. though the beast could practically smell the fear washing off of her in waves.

"what- what are you." the women said, but it left her breath like a whisper.

the beast only grinned. we are your future son. he cackled inside.

then the beast stormed off, not wanting to create more of a ruckus. after all, he'll need to get on the women's good side somehow if he will ever want to bed his mate.